Page 123 of Indigo Ridge (The Edens 1)

“It was sex. Only sex. You know I like sex.”

Sex. With who? My frame locked. My hands balled into fists. If Frank had so much as touched a hair on Winn’s head, they’d never find his fucking body.

“What are you talking about, Frank?” Covie’s calm voice was a stark contrast to the fury that raged through my veins.

I clamped my molars together to keep quiet.

Frank wouldn’t say a goddamn word to me. Maybe, if we were lucky, he’d forget I was standing here, because all that mattered was Winn.

“The girls,” Frank whispered.

My heart lurched. The girls. There was no question who he was referring to. I knew, deep in my soul, exa

ctly which girls he meant.

Lily Green. Harmony Hardt.

Where the fuck was my Winn?

“Frank.” Covie pulled his arms free of his neighbor’s hands. Then in a swift motion, moving faster than any man that age should be able to move, he was on his feet, hauling Frank up with him.

“Ah!” Frank cried as Covie shoved him into the tool bench.

“What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?” Covie barked.

Frank collapsed into Covie’s shoulder, trying to hug him.

But Covie pushed him off, shoving him again. The tools on the bench rattled. “Talk. Now.”

“It’s an addiction. It’s not my fault. I like sex and that’s all it was. I swear.”

I gulped. “What’s he talking about, Covie?”

If Frank had raped Winn . . .

Red coated my vision and it took every ounce of strength to stand here and not move.

“Who?” Covie asked. “Lily Green?”

The guilt in Frank’s eyes was answer enough. “We kept it a secret. They were all secrets. We’d meet out of town at a hotel. Have some fun. That was it. Sex. They wanted it as much as I did.”

“What did you do to them?” The words were hard to form through my clenched jaw.

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything.” Frank’s eyes searched Covie’s. “You need to believe me. I didn’t do anything. I wouldn’t have hurt them.”

“They’re dead,” Covie spat.

“I know they’re fucking dead!” Frank’s roar filled the garage, bouncing off every surface.

“Tell me.” Covie shook Frank again. “Tell me. Where is Winn?”

“She shouldn’t have asked so many questions.”

That statement had me flying across the room, ripping Frank out of Covie’s grip. “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing.” He gulped and there was real fear in his eyes. Because I would murder this motherfucker, and he knew it. “I wouldn’t hurt her.”

“Then where the fuck is she?” I bellowed.